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The roll is called, Big Jim is gone, his voice we’ll hear no more,
But his name is etched forever on the pages of folklore.
For those who knew this gentle giant, he was an easy friend to love
And on Good Friday evening Jim was called to Heaven…

Early, early last Thursday night
The Myshall cavalry gave me a fright:
In my misfortune and sad downfall
I was prisoner taken by Cornwall.

In his guardhouse there I was tried
And in his parlour my sentence tried’
My sentence passed and…

Come boys let us follow the fox
No more we’ll be called lazy grunters;
We’ll hunt him through mountains and rocks
For we are the jolly fox hunters.

We’ll rise him at six in the morn;
I’ll hold ten to one that we’ll kill him;
If Lang…

THE RED, YELLOW AND GREEN

A cock crows, a daffodil grows,
Another dew glazed morn;
A church bell rings, a blackbird sings,
A Carlow emigrant is born.

With footsteps of a child, I leave my home behind,
Nastled in Mount Leinster standing…

The song captures the violence and the heroism of a young woman during one of the battles of 1798

By the setting of the sun as my daily work was done and I wandered my way down the shore
As I went on alone I sat down upon a stone for to gaze on the work of the Lord.

I have travelled all around through city, state and town but no landscape can…

Nancy Sheil supplied this song, written by John O'Reilly from near Arklow, County Wicklow, about a lovestruck young man who had to leave his love to earn his fortune before returning to marry her.
The second version is sung by the author, John…

The recitation recounts the awful and traumatic events when four local youths, John Murphy, and brothers James, John and Eddie Doran, along with four other youths, were drowned in Doolin Bay They were attending the Lisdoonvarna Festival on july 31st…